CHAPTER 2 — THE TRUTH HIDDEN BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
No one spoke.
The billionaire crossed the marble floor without taking his eyes off his daughter.
He dropped to one knee in front of her.
His expensive suit pressed against the damp floor as though nothing else in the room existed.
"Giselle..."
His voice cracked.
"Who did this to you?"
The little girl stared at him for a long moment.
She wanted to answer.
She really did.
But months of fear had taught her one lesson:
Speaking only made things worse.
Her tiny fingers tightened around the dirty rag.
Then she whispered,
"Please don't be angry, Daddy... I was trying to clean faster."
Those words shattered him.
His daughter wasn't asking to be rescued.
She was apologizing.
For being abused.
He gently rolled back the sleeve of her uniform.
Purple bruises wrapped around her wrist.
Old ones.
New ones.
Some almost healed.
Others still swollen.
His breathing became slow.
Dangerously slow.
He stood.
"Who touched my daughter?"
Silence.
The servants lowered their heads.
None of them dared answer.
Until one elderly housekeeper stepped forward with trembling hands.
"Sir... we've wanted to tell you for months."
She pulled a small flash drive from her apron.
"I've been recording everything."
The stepmother's face turned white.
"No!"
She lunged toward the woman.
But security caught her before she could reach the drive.
Minutes later, the footage played across the giant television in the living room.
Every lie collapsed.
Video after video showed the same nightmare.
The child forced to scrub floors.
Denied dinner.
Locked inside a storage room.
Ordered to call herself "the maid."
Whenever the billionaire traveled overseas for business, his wife erased every trace before he returned.
Even worse...
She forced the servants to remain silent by threatening their families and jobs.
The room fell into absolute silence.
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Only one sound remained.
The billionaire's daughter quietly crying into her father's jacket.
